Superstar Squash Women

Goddess_Faith: re-enters the area, having refreshed from a shower after kicking Piper's ass in what was initially supposed to be an interactive Guided Tour... Wearing her favourite red bikini and mid-calf red wrestling boots, she carries her lil bag of toys n tricks with her this time, as she approaches the ring. This time, I'll have something special in store for whomever DARES to face me! She climbs up and into the ring and does an inspection of the ropes and corners, giving herself a "guided tour" of sorts, before going to her favourite chosen corner to stretch and loosen up...and then leans back and waits, looking around.

Sybille: I watched most of your “tour” with that poor Piper and saw how you introduced her. Now you’re strutting around the ring again as if it were yours and only you had the right to decide who fights here and how the fights are conducted. I cross my arms over my chest as you look down from the ring and give you a defiant stare. “How about a real opponent for you, instead of a weak little Piper?”

Goddess_Faith: acts all confident and casual, her left boot up on the bottom rope, sliding along it, showing some toning definition in her inner thigh to show off a bit; expecting onlookers to drool and move along. She doesn't immediately notice the insanely tall and powerful woman who seems to suddenly appear at ringside until you speak up and interrupt the blissful silence. She shudders briefly, her boot slipping off of the rope as she gulps when she sees who is addressing her. Ummm, well, you know...errr...shouldn't you um...you know, pick on someone your own size or something?? She asks, immediately realizing that she didn't when she took down Piper earlier, blushes deeper.

Sybille: Your posing ends—though I could have watched it for quite a while longer; it’s almost a bit of a shame—your thigh actually looked so sexy I could have almost bitten it, the way you tensed it. I smile and watch as it actually leaves you speechless. “Oh, where did your confidence go? I thought you were into fights with a size difference. At least that’s what it looked like earlier,” I say with a smile as I climb the steps into the ring, thoroughly enjoying your uncertainty. I step through the ropes and stand up to my full height in the ring, place my hands on my hips, and stand right in front of you, looking down at you and enjoying the fact that my height is already starting to intimidate you a little.

Goddess_Faith: shakes her head in a panic. N-n-no! Noo...no no no! Not NOT what I'm expecting to come into this ring right now. Looks around for a tag team partner or a sedative or some chloroform. Look, uhhh, listen... She gulps, forced to look up into your eyes as you now tower over her...inviting yourself in and clearly challenging her, or accepting her own open challenge. Biting her bottom lip so hard it could almost cut open and bleed at any moment. I-I...ummm...you...you really wanna do this, eh?

Sybille: "Oh yes, I really want to do that, Faith," I say, gazing intently into your wide eyes. I have to admit, you have a certain charisma that’s been drawing me in the whole time—when I’ve watched you dominate others with such ease and show them their place in “your” ring. Time and again, I’ve imagined standing across from you just like I am now. But the reality is even more intense. Somehow, in my imagination, you were never that timid. And that gives me a special kind of thrill – it really does feel – arousing. The way you bite your lip... hrrr... the way you look at me, usually so confident and now... almost frightened, panicked. I grin. The thought of beating you senseless in your own ring and inflicting on you the very humiliation you’re only too happy to dish out yourself makes my heart pound loudly in my chest, and my nipples are even visible through my black top – they’re poking right through it. I take another half-step towards you; our breasts and our abs are almost touching now as I look down at you from above. "Yes, Faith, I really want this, and you’ll be damned if you’re going to step out of this ring now, before I’m done with you."

Goddess_Faith: hears your words, using her reputation and her gleeful dominance as almost a list of crimes that you intend to punish her for...giving her a taste of her own medicine. Who wouldn't be intimidated...I mean, have you seen yourself? You have to duck even when you step over the top rope just to get into the ring! You're too fucking tall! She takes a backstep as you move in on her to tower over her even more, threatening worse if she tries to escape the ring. Ohhh...you seem to know me somewhat, but I ain't the type to run away like that... You want this?? FINE! Let's do this...shouldn't you...ummm...do some stretches or something first?? I don't want you to have ANY excuses when you somehow manage to FAIL in your goal to punish and humiliate me in this ring...calf muscle cramp, etc.

Sybille: "I’m warmed up enough for you," I say with a smile, and I can’t resist the urge to follow you as you back away, until your back reaches ‘your’ corner. I’m standing very close to you and enjoying this little power play, which is already showing exactly how the cards are laid out here. Looking down at you and having cornered you like this makes me really enjoy this situation. “I promise you I won’t be quite so hard on you, little Faith,” I say, gently stroking your cheek with the back of my hand. Then I’ll slowly take a few steps back to let you out of your corner. I’ll stay in the middle of the ring, but I won’t take my eyes off you, and then I’ll give you an encouraging nod. “Ready when you’re ready, Little Faith.”

Goddess_Faith: is all but bullied back into her own corner. She grabs for the top rope on either side and tries to get her boots on the bottom rope so she can match your height better, but by then...you're already backing down. Her perfect D cups are heaving in her top as she felt what others have so often the past...trapped, cornered...endangered! A grand mix of emotions washed over her as you backed away to the center of the ring and called her out. There were no more words left to be said, and there was nowhere that she could go without experiencing true shame for the first time. She fought to calm herself some, regain some composure, as she hopped back down onto the ring canvas and stepped out to meet your challenge. As she approached the center, she stomped her boots firmly on the mat to announce her arrival, and set her balance, as she dared to shoot her right hand up, fingers spread and wiggling as she looked up at you...like a grasshopper trying to challenge a mouse to a Test of Strength. DING DING, darling, let's do this!!

Sybille: You’re clearly feeling uncomfortable, and I’m savouring this moment as you step out of the corner and approach me hesitantly. Yet with every step, you seem a little more like the dominant Faith who wants to take charge here in the ring. You seem to straighten yourself up a little as you walk towards me, and then you stamp your foot – probably more to mask your own insecurity – and yet you actually hold out your hand to me for a test of strength. ‘Is there actually a more daft idea than challenging me to something like this right off the bat?’ I think to myself, and go straight for it. I grab your outstretched hand and hold out my other hand to offer it to your other hand. All right then, if you want to make a fool of yourself right from the start, I’m up for it. You can see my impressive biceps tensing as I start applying pressure straight away. I want to show straight away that I’m not here to play games. Instead, I want to show right from the very start who’s going to be in control of this fight.

Goddess_Faith: took a chance, she needed to compensate for the size/power disadvantage with her Divine cunning. She had you feeling incredibly confident and readily dominant, she needed to keep you feeling like you had her rattled and desperate to try ANYTHING to prove she was NOT afraid of you, even while playing up the anxieties. You are quick to take her hand with yours, and you show a sample of your arm strength as your other hand moves into position, calling for hers. She lets the emotions play on her face, the wince when you squeeze her right hand and apply pressure, her left hand showing hesitation at reaching for your right. She really would have to be out of her mind to want to actually compete strength vs strength in the here and now, but she didn't wanna just go low on you from the very start. She finally moves to spring her trap, as her left hand is quick to move to your left wrist instead, as her legs start to move her body more towards your left side, her left knee coming snapping up towards the waist of your black bikini bottoms; hoping to dig in and catch you by surprise, and take your left arm as a prize.

Sybille: Perhaps I’m being too confident, or perhaps your anxious manner has lulled me into a false sense of security. In any case, I react a split second too slowly when you wrap your fingers around my wrist instead of interlocking them with mine. I sense immediately that you clearly don’t want to get involved in a test of strength, but I react too late. My abdominal muscles aren’t fully tensed because I wasn’t expecting an attack straight away. If they were as tense as my biceps – which I’m using to try and push your hand down – your knee would simply have bounced off my muscles, but as it is, it hits me squarely and sinks deep into my stomach. What’s more, I can feel there’s more power in you than I’d previously thought. ‘Fuck, she’s outwitted me and caught me off guard,’ I think to myself as I gasp in pain and look at you in surprise. You skilfully capitalise on this moment and continue to hold my wrist in your hand.

Goddess_Faith: steps out to your left side, trying to twist at your wrist and arm in a Standing Wristlock, bending it back against her chest as best she can, whilst stomping the heel of her right boot down towards the outer side of your left knee; seeing if she can make the bigger girl kneel for her from the very beginning. Gotta chop you down like a tree, don't I?? She taunts, the fear and intimidation seemingly faded or disappeared completely.

Sybille: You twist my arm whilst I can still feel the impact of your knee. Your movements are skilful and swift, and I can feel a twinge of pain in my arm as you painfully stretch the tendons by twisting it. But this isn’t the first time someone’s tried this on me, and you’ll soon realise that I can handle attacks like this just fine. "Don’t get too big for your boots just because you’ve taken me by surprise," I hiss. "I’m going to…… Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" A loud cry of pain bursts from my throat as your foot slams into my knee. You’ve hit the perfect spot; I feel an insane tugging and pulling in my knee, which immediately buckles, and with that wild cry of pain on my lips, I actually collapse to one knee in front of you, whilst the angle of my twisted arm becomes even more severe as a result.

Goddess_Faith: reaffirms her grip on your wrist, having freed her hand from yours to make it now a double handed grip on this wrist, keeping the twist going, needing to take this arm away from your arsenal. Just like Piper...you just talk too much...too bad you're too big for me to drag around to introduce to each corner... Her taunting game continues, her confidence evidently restored as she tries to use her grip on your wrist for leverage and balance so that she can bring her long lethal left leg up and try to thrust and press her heel against your left cheek, hoping to stun you and work a bit of a greater stretch on this left arm in the process.

Sybille: With both hands, you twist my arm and compare me to Piper, as if it were already a foregone conclusion that you can treat me exactly the same way you treat her. I grit my teeth and feel the pain in my arm intensify, even overshadowing the pain in my knee as you continue to pull on it with both hands. Kneeling in front of you, it’s a pretty awkward position from which to free myself, and before I can do much about it, you thrust your boot heel into my face and stretch my arm even further...My arm muscles are tensing up more and more, but not even because I want them to – rather because they’re starting to cramp up and I can feel my tendons being completely overstretched. I feel intense pain in my shoulder and wrist as you now use your boot to apply leverage, allowing you to overstretch them even tighter and harder. I cry out in pain and lash out with my right fist at your leg to force you to move your boot away.

Goddess_Faith: wonders how many have used THIS particular tactic to overcome your size/power advantage, particularly so early and effectively! She was doing her best to balance on one foot while pressing the other against your face and apply pressure to your neck and shoulder. Like King Kong at the annoying helicopters that flew around him, you finally start swatting your free hand at her boot and ankle and she DESPERATELY wants to avoid it getting grabbed here, so she brings it down off your shoulder/neck/face. In an effort to use her apparent speed advantage to keep you off guard and the pacing a bit higher than you might be accustomed to, she tries to bring that same boot/leg up again, but this time to try and kick it across your heaving breasts...another effort at chopping away at the bigger bitch, while both her hands work to maintain a grip and pressure on your left arm and wrist.

Sybille: You’re putting an insane amount of pressure on me with your boot; I can feel the sole of your shoe pressing uncomfortably against my face, and I’m glad when my blows make you pull your foot away. There’s a slight sense of relief in my arm, which is still twisted violently and forcing me into an uncomfortable, forward-leaning position. I’ve got to get her to finally let go of this arm, I’m just thinking to myself. And then your foot shoots back up faster than I could have expected and hits me hard in the chest. My chest jiggles violently inside my outfit and the sole of your shoe rubs harshly against my top, almost exposing me. It’s hanging askew and barely covers my breast now. A pained groan escapes my throat. You sense my tension and, by now, my anger too, because you’re still gripping my arm. ‘That annoying little bitch,’ I think to myself. The way you’ve overstretched my arm now, the strength in it is virtually useless, and I can’t muster enough power to stand a chance against both your hands. You’re pushing it even further, and my upper body is being painfully bent forwards even more.

Goddess_Faith: hammers your honeys and they almost slip out of your somewhat skimpy top. She smiles in delight at your misery, your suffering, your inability to counter her control over your left arm and wrist. You ready to change it up?? Cuz I doubt you're ready to give up just yet... Her taunting game continues, the mind games, the cheap shots at your own confidence and will to continue. She releases one hand from your left wrist, finally easing the pressure as she moves to step in behind your left arm, still more at your side than directly behind you. And that's good! She declares ominously, as her right hand grabs for a fistful of your silky dark hair. because I don't WANT you to give up just yet! She tries to leap forward, hoping to land on her knees, and use her grip on your wrists and on your hair, with her palm pressing the back of your head, to try and force you forward and down, face-first into the mat!

Sybille: You finally ease the pressure on my arm a bit, though it feels slightly numb after being stretched too far and the blood is throbbing. Your words really make me angry. I snort and yank at my arm, which you’re now only holding with one hand. You move quickly against my back and I start to pull my arm forwards. I can channel my strength quite well against one of your hands, and then I yank it away with a sudden jerk – just as you push forwards, letting yourself fall into me, - and so my own momentum and the force with which I move my arm forwards also help – and I slam headfirst onto the mat with a dull groan, rather stupidly hard. I’m aware that some people from the federation are watching me being slammed onto the mat like this, and I can feel my blood pounding through my veins. That wasn’t my plan at all when I finally decided to shut you up. Actually, I wanted to show everyone that this isn’t your ring and these aren’t your rules. And now, after just a few seconds, I’m already lying beneath you on the mat and haven’t even made my mark on this match yet.

Goddess_Faith: feels you work to snatch that arm away, feeling more brave and bold and strong about it now that she's only holding your wrist with one hand. But it doesn't help you, as her next move is already in operation and DOWN YOU GO! Her right hand gripping your hair tight and ensuring your face goes straight down into the canvas roughly, wanting to stun you, NEEDING to hurt you! She gives that hair a rough tug after we land, just to add that sting of pain to your scalp and show her frustration. Both her hands go after that left wrist again to try and pull your arm out along the mat at your left side, her right hand quick to move to that shoulder, as she tries to steady herself. Her boots press into the mat as she moves to try and kick her legs up behind her, hands pressing on that injured arm/shoulder, hoping to come crashing down with her knee against that outstretched bicep!

Goddess_Faith:   (thinking this, but with you still on your chest)

Sybille: You yank my head up slightly by my hair, and it feels as though lots of painful needles are pricking my scalp. I gasp in pain and feel you grabbing my left arm again – the one I’d just managed to free. “No,” I hiss, thinking to myself, not again. But I haven’t regained full strength in my arm yet, so you’re able to hold it outstretched on the floor. You press your other hand into my shoulder, and then I feel the momentum as you leap away. I know what’s coming, and you can feel the panic as I frantically try to pull my arm away. As my bicep tenses in a desperate attempt to prevent what’s about to happen, your knees crash into my bicep with almost brutal force. The pain explodes, and everyone in the room can hear the shrill scream that escapes my mouth as your knees shatter my impressive biceps. I have tears in my eyes, so intense is the pain shooting through my arm. My biceps are throbbing and aching, and they feel as if they’re being torn apart. I’m howling as your knees literally dig into my biceps and waves of excruciating pain shoot through my body.

Goddess_Faith: drives her knee and 135lbs + gravity down into that outstretched and tortured bicep, the shrill scream of agony is unique, as she seems to bask in your misery for a moment, as she grinds her knee down into your arm a bit. She finally releases that arm and pushes back up to her feet. Still eager to test your strength against mine now, eh? Huh?? She cruelly kicks the toe of her boot towards your lower left side to try and get you to start rolling over. I doubt it...

Sybille: I’m lying beneath you, howling in pain as you rub your knee against my arm. I’ll make you pay for this... That’s what I’m thinking, but I can’t say it out loud because I’m screaming in pain. What a humiliation here in this ring. Then you let go of my arm, stand up and kick me in the side. The pain is nothing compared to the pain in my arm, but I use the momentum and roll skilfully to get out of your reach quickly. You can see that even as I roll around, my arm hangs loosely by my side, and when I grab the rope to get back on my feet quickly, I only use my right arm, whilst my left hangs limply by my side. As soon as I try to tense my biceps, I feel excruciating pain and my arm feels so heavy. ‘Fuck, that bitch has ruined my arm,’ I think to myself, and the rage pumps adrenaline into my veins; I snort like an angry bull. And as I pull myself up using my right hand on the rope, I realise something else. I’d completely forgotten about it, but now that I’m putting weight on it, a maddening pain shoots through the knee that you kicked out from under me right at the start.

Goddess_Faith: growls, watching you roll with the kick and use it to roll away to the ropes. She's SEETHING at your defiance. Look who's trying to escape the ring now, eh?? She taunts, reminding you of your former position of dominance and intimidation when you confronted her in this ring...her ring...before the match properly began. Part of her wants to just move right in and pin you against those ropes and go to work...watching you struggle with just one useful arm. When the pain in your knee reawakens, that pushes her into action of a slightly different kind. She bends forward and once again moves to use her established speed advantage to charge across the ring towards you, aiming to drive her left shoulder into that wide open belly of yours.

Sybille: I’m standing at the edge of the ring, turn round to face you, and see you charging towards me at that very moment. My knee hurts and I can’t put my full weight on it, but I brace myself. I’m aware that I’m taller and significantly heavier than you, and I brace myself to take the impact, as I can’t dodge it anyway. Your shoulder crashes into my wall of abs, which are tensed and give way to the impact, but don’t collapse... In fact, I’m stable enough not to be pushed into the ropes by you, and it would be the perfect situation to put you in a headlock and finally turn the fight in my favour, but unfortunately, your head is on the side of my left arm, so I can’t put enough power into my arm to put your head in a headlock. Nevertheless, I dig my fingers into your hair and drive my right fist into the side of your body. All this happens almost at the same time as your impact, and even though I manage to stay on my feet, the force of the impact forces me to take a step backwards, putting my full weight on my injured knee, which is unable to bear the strain and buckles, causing me to collapse straight back onto my knees against the ropes.

Brooke_Williams: Well, well,well, look at this fun match...I am very much on the fence here

SkinnybitchAditi: Well Im all for Goddess Faith!!

Goddess_Faith: knew that she needed to keep the pressure on, you weren't done...but that left arm and knee were weak, and your head and chest had taken a beating as well. Anyone who knows her remotely well knows that she is very likely to go after the abs, and certainly on more than one occasion during a match where the rules allow. She needed to take your core, soften you up and go for her favourite target in the process. She runs her shoulder into your abs, and you had them ready this time. Her left shoulder not feeling as hurt as yours but it doesn't feel good...running into a solid German wall that only provides a bit of give from impact, sparing her shoulder from getting broken from the impact. You manage to grab her hair to keep her in this position just long enough to finally get a desperate, angry, and powerful fist into her exposed left side ribs. She coughs out and groans painfully...fearing many more shots like that to the same spot might violate her limit on broken bones in a way she'd feel that she deserved. You sink to your knees in front of her again, that knee giving up on you and your weakened left handed grip on her hair falls away as you do. She feels you finally fall back to the ropes on your knees and she leans heavily upon the the top rope herself, sucking air from that savage fist. She tries to punish you and maintain her position of control by driving her knee into your left breast while she fights to recover from the unexpected blow to her side.

Brooke_Williams: Btw...boo Faith

Goddess_Faith: Trust an American to cheer for a German against a Canadian because of an Indian opinion.

Sybille: I slump against the ropes. The pain in my knee almost makes me forget my first hit of the fight, but I know I have to try and land some quick, decisive blows now to somehow get back into this fight, which has been far too one-sided so far. I try desperately to raise my left arm, but my bicep is throbbing and feels useless, and you’re reacting much faster than I’d like. Your knee shoots up and slams into my left breast. I yelp out again; the pain explodes in my breast too, and the sensitive tissue feels painfully compressed. Worse still, your kick flings it upwards and exposes it here in full view as it slips out of my top. The force of your knee sends my upper body rocking against the ropes, and they briefly give way under my weight before tensing up and then sending me back...

Goddess_Faith: (So, I've worked her left knee, shoulder, wrist, arm/bicep, side of her head/neck, and now her left breast...should I try for a kidney to complete the set? giggles)

Sybille: (grrr)

Goddess_Faith: feels your chest yield but doesn't yet know that the breast has been compressed to the point of the top letting it flop free. It isn't until your back presses into the ropes and are propelled forward again that she sees that beautiful target. Okay... coughs let's try that one again! She grumbles as she rears her leg back to drive her knee forward into your now exposed breast, hoping to crush that thick hard nipple that is on display for all to see...needing to teach you the lesson others learn about pissing her off in the ring.

Brooke_Williams: grimacing as I see poor Sybille suffering. It would seem kinda cruel to root against her at this point c'mon Sybille... blows the Amazon a good luck kiss

Sybille: It’s happening too fast for me to stop it. The ropes fling me backwards and straight into your knee as it comes towards me again. The impact is even harder than before and your knee hits my bare nipple squarely, crushing my breast; it bulges out to the side around your knee, and then I’m flung backwards into the rope again and, with a look of near-panic on my face, I grab hold of the rope with my uninjured right hand to steady myself. I definitely want to avoid being flung up into the air like a doll and thrown back off your knee over and over again in such a ridiculous way. My left breast is completely reddened from the brutal impact and I know I need to get out of this position between you and the rope as quickly as possible. So far in this fight, everything I’d set out to do has gone wrong.And now I’m even wondering whether, in my current state, I might not actually fail that ridiculous ‘test of strength’ that started this whole disaster in the first place.

Goddess_Faith: wonders if she can intercept the kiss by moving her ass in the way

Brooke_Williams: considers if the kiss accidentally hits Faith... knowing it wouldn't be the first time... even there

Sybille: (so faith steal not only my power but also your kisses now.....really humilating now ^.^)

Goddess_Faith: watches you struggle to steady yourself on the rope to avoid another rebound, even as that tit has clear damage from the 2 blows from her knee already. A few dozen possible actions come to mind on what to do with you next. She's mostly recovered from that stiff blow to her left side...unfortunately for you, our proximity to the ropes allowed her to make you pay for it rather than it giving you space to recover. She knows that she could go for your hair again...pulling you up would be taxing to her own dwindling energy reserves, but would also force you to put your weight on that sore left knee. She can't easily pull you off of the rope while you hold it so firm with your right hand, so she needs to get that right hand moving. She leans upright on her feet and off of the rope, reaching down for your hair, as her left leg swings back and she moves to thrust the toe down deep into your lower tummy...hoping you might be anticipating another breast attack and might not be fully prepped for the true target.

Sybille: I brace myself with my right hand as you swing your leg out once more. Fuck, no. Panic flashes across my face and you can probably see quite clearly how my expression changes. I let go of the rope and, with horror in my eyes, quickly pull my arm up in front of my chest to protect it, as another blow would simply be far too painful to bear. Too late, I see the grin on your face as you realise your plan is working...I realise too late that you’re not aiming for my chest, but it’s too late – your boot hits my abdominal muscles hard; they’re tense, but they can’t really withstand this kick. They clench up, your foot sinks deep into my stomach and I cough and gasp and would curl up in a ball against the rope if it weren’t for the tug on my hair at the same time, keeping me up, and my right arm wraps round my throbbing stomach.

Goddess_Faith: hits her target with precision, the crotch of her already damp red bottoms growing a shade darker crimson as your tummy properly yields on this one, making her left shoulder jealous. You struggle and sway in her grip on your hair. I need you to lie still for a moment...but if you could be a good lil slut and go on your back... Her words don't yet have the meaning behind it, considering you are upright on your knees still. However, this is intended to ensure her directions are embedded before your head is unable to understand them, as she once again tries to shove you down face/tits first into the mat. by her grip on your hair/pressing into the back of your head.

Sybille: I’m still kneeling there, and after your foot strikes me, you first pull me up slightly whilst I’m trying to curl up, and then you use my pain – which is making me want to curl up – to accelerate my forward momentum. You literally ram me downwards and I topple forwards again, landing face-first on the ring mat once more; my bare nipple feels the coolness of the floor beneath me and my right arm, which is wrapped round my waist, is now literally pinned beneath it. ‘Can a fight get any worse or more humiliating than this?’ I find myself thinking, as my face is pressed into the ring floor.

Goddess_Faith: had initially pondered going to a ring corner to do this, but suddenly realized just how much more humiliating it might be if she used you instead! Her directions don't get properly processed due to the head trauma, so she pushes you over onto your back with her boot, kicking your right arm aside. She then uses the nearby ropes to help lower her toned ass down onto your battered belly, resting her weight on it. She gives Brooke a 🤙 with a grin and says SURF'S UP!!! before she proceeds to undo and remove her left boot and sock.

Sybille: You kick me around carelessly with your foot as if I were just a wet sack, and I land on my back; and before I’ve really had a chance to come to my senses, you kick my arm aside and sit down on my stomach with your bum. Your bum – I’d often found myself staring at it during your fights and imagining what I’d do with it once I’d beaten you... In fact, I’d got quite a few things in mind for you once I had you beneath me... and now here I am, lying right there. I can see you communicating with Brooke without saying a word, and then you take off your boot and your sock. I see the look in your eyes, see your bare foot, and I know that Brooke knows exactly what’s going through my mind right now. My muscular body now lies beneath you and my entire left side has been ravaged by you; my chest, swollen and glowing bright red, juts out towards you, my left arm still lying uselessly by my side

Goddess_Faith: uses the ropes to pull back up to her feet again, giving your poor abdomen a very brief respite. She turns and leans over to grab both your wrists, purposefully tugging cruelly at your left wrist in painful jolts to keep your focus on the injured arm so you don't try to overpower her one-handed grip on your right wrist. Straightening upright to pull both hands up towards her as she stares down into your eyes, her right still-booted foot moving to stomp down hard upon your wide open and half-broken belly. Time to finish this...

Brooke_Williams: I stare...a bit too much as Faith removes her boot.the scene playing in slow motion in my mind. I can do more than imagine it, because I have been one of the few to experience this. I again blow a kiss, is it to the Divine foot...or to kiss Sybille a sweet goodnight? Only I know, and I am not telling as I blow the kiss towards the ring

Sybille: You used me as a seat to take off your boot, and then you stand up again and grab my wrists. I feel exhausted, yet at the same time rage is still raging inside me at the thought of going under like this; I won’t let it happen, I want to free myself, but when you grab my left arm and twist it, the pain almost robs me of my senses and my resistance, and then your foot in its boot stamps down into me and I convulse beneath you as my abdominal muscles tremble and finally break completely.

Goddess_Faith: leans her weight into the stomping and now grinding boot as your once proud and powerful abdomen completely gives under the abuse and pressure. Her bared, sweat-slicked, and soiled left foot rising off the mat, forcing you to take her full weight on your tummy. Her bared left foot pressing over your face, mainly settling over your lips and moving to pinch your nose closed between her toes, as she pulls on your wrists to guide your upper torso and head up off of the mat, leaning most of her weight down upon your broken belly in the process.

Sybille: The pain is unbearable when you put weight on your foot and your entire weight is now resting on my shattered abdominal muscles. You look down at me and pull my head up by my arms, stifling any attempt to defend myself by inflicting pain on my arm and twisting my wrist, and then you lift your foot. I can smell the sweat. I see your toes, and then they draw closer to my face. You pinch my nose between your toes and toy with me, and the worst thing is that, deep down, I’m really enjoying this moment. I hate lying there beneath you like this, and yet, despite the pain, I feel a deep arousal within me; and anyone with a good view of the ring can see how my knickers are getting wet as you rub your foot across my face. This humiliation makes my heart pound, and somehow it’s the ultimate humiliation that everyone can see how turned on your foot is making me...

Brooke_Williams: I watch this unfold, feeling both sorry for, and slightly envious of Sybille. We all anticipate her being finished soon...but if you're going to lose...what a way to lose. A move as humiliating as it is devastating. goodnight sweet Sybille I mouth towards the ring

Goddess_Faith: seldom ever pulls out this particular move, it is reserved for special opponents and those whom she knows have a certain fetish/kink/weakness. Inspired by a long-time tag team partner for a beach-themed storyline....She calls it: THE WAVE RIDER As it allows her to turn her opponent's head and body into a surfboard (uhhh, with handles...). Her bared foot pressing tighter to your lips and forcing your head back flush before she thrusts her hips forward, leaning her weight into that left foot, which cruelly moves to ride/drive your poor head into the canvas for a BRUTAL KO finish!

SkinnybitchAditi: Holy DAMN!!

Brooke_Williams: ( Aditi is envious too. Sybille is currently the luckiest lady in CF)

SkinnybitchAditi: (I really am...that is ONE HOT way to go lol)

Sybille: I let out a soft sigh as you run your toes over my face and my lips. I even part them; I can’t resist this foot, I want to kiss it. I feel it clouding my senses, my thoughts, and I breathe in its intense scent deeply, and then I see the glint in your eyes and suddenly realise that you’re not finished with me yet, and don’t even intend to give me any pleasure with your foot, and then… ....Your foot rams me to the floor; my head is literally crushed between your foot and the ring floor, and your sweaty foot is the last thing I see, the last thing that fills my senses before everything goes black and my body lies limp beneath you.

Goddess_Faith: stands tall atop you, your body still supporting her full weight. Her right booted foot playfully giving a bit of a bouncing push just to be cruel...not that you're conscious to feel it. For the sake of keeping things official, she lifts her toes away from your nose, sliding her foot back and tapping her toes over your parted lips in a quick lil "1-2-3" gesture. She is finally then "quick" to step off of you and raise her arms in victory, posing over you.

Brooke_Williams: Hot damn 🔥🥵🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥

Brooke_Williams: ( great job to you both. What a great story, what a hot finish. this is why I started SSW)

SkinnybitchAditi: (Amazing match!!!)